La cuartelera

We are the gunners
who alongside the cannon
fall to our knees,
those who go to war with courage.

The bugle has sounded
and there I go to fight
danger threatens our flag,
a foreign hand wants to lower it.

When behind the hills the sun shines,
the barracks girl will see my flag waving.

I jump in my cradle, yes,
I am Güemes' son
for my Argentine homeland
I always give my blood willingly.

The fifth one is about to leave
and the cannon will roar.
I don't want to leave you alone, my black girl
because you will forget me.

When behind the hills the sun shines,
the barracks girl will see my flag waving.